Twelve Caesars Follow

Yo man, you know what I mean? I need this money man
Get up out in these, in these streets man
Yo, so what's the deal guy? I'm sayin', what you need though?
Yo let me have like, two or three, three G's man
I'm sayin', I'm sayin' son man you know what happened last time though
I gotta do what I gotta do man, I gotta eat man
Whass up man? Oh your baby momma stressin' you?

Way past the days of the deuce me and you stays a crew
Only a few percent knew what me and you went through
We've been sent to dominate, these corny come lates
And set this crooked rap shit straight from Crenshaw to Castle gate
Like Pete and CL, I reminisce over days from the streets of Boston
To New York and all the ways for certain niggaz to blow up
And crime paid but my praise goes to the most high
'Cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died
Some stuff I got into, really scarred my mental

Pops wasn't tryin' to hear it, 'cause of what he been through
Still, like my nigga Havoc said, sometimes you gotta
Hit your crew off, so they can make some bread
'Cause no matter the weather, niggaz be needin' cheddar
And things in this world are more fucked up than ever
So let's make this bond to keep this hip-hop strong
You a man Baby Pop you know right from wrong
So stay out of trouble, and that goes for me too
That's what we need to do, that's my advice to you

You remember what happened last time
When you got knocked doin' your thing
Sewin' shit up on the block you need to stop
Fore you get caught again or you get shot
And I lose another friend any man with the plan
Is precise with his life, think twice

My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze
For a nigga like me, most time that shits bad news
It's like lightin' a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes
'Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud
It's like set-tin it off but not the movie
Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies
'Cause they spell mad problems from Watts to Harlem
And the bullshit won't stop long as the world's revolvin'
And I recall when niggaz knew my pops had clout
But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin' kicked out

And they was seein' if I wanted to come bubble with them
And make my ends triple and double with them
And get in trouble with them, now memories of them
I wear 'em in my heart like a emblem
I doubt we'd ever be big time sellin' dope coke or dust
It's killin' us, let's take our people and make a exodus
Annihilation, inhalation through the lungs or extermination
By the use of dirty guns, triple beam dreams and drug
Schemes of mad cream could be a sad scene
When you go to that extreme

Any man with the plan is precise with his life
Think twice
My advice is to you

Yo man, you know what I mean? I need this money man
Get up out in these, in these streets man